Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this next chapter, because it was originally three separate chapters, so it's a tiny bit longer.
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Chapter Four
Harry took a sharp intake of breath. Not because his lungs were just withheld oxygen, he was quite used to that now. He took a deep breath because of the pure beauty surrounding him. He was standing in the middle of a bustling Rome, in front of a rather tall building, looking about 8 to 10 stories high, their hotel.
Ginny was still taking in the scene when they walked in. They walked right up to the desk.
"Potter, one room, er, we're a little late," Harry said. The woman at the desk looked bored. Harry thought he saw a small wooden stick on the desk behind her.
"Potter, Potter, Potter, oh here we-" she gasped and Ginny groaned.
"HERE TOO?" Ginny exclaimed/asked.
"Harry Potter! Goodness Gracious! I, I don't know what to say. You've made this a world a better place by far."
"Believe me, he knows! Now where is our room?" Ginny sounded a small bit impatient.
"And you must be Ginny Weasley, I saw the article in Witch Weekly about you, I grew up in England, so I still get all my favorite magazines-"
Just then a muggle walked by, and the woman behind the desk said, "You're in room 809, eighth floor the elevator in right over there" She handed them their key and pointed to a door some ten meters away, and Ginny seized the opportunity to make their escape, and grabbed Harry, and they rushed to the door.
Their room was nice. It has a bedroom with a television, and a small living room/kitchen which also had a television. Harry thought for a moment on how dependent muggles were on television, when he was interrupted by Ginny kissing him full on the mouth.
They snogged for several minutes before Ginny whispered in his ear "Come on, lets get going!" Harry retied his trainers, and he and Ginny left, walking swiftly pass the women at the front desk.
They had decided that Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, they would do muggle stuff. Sight-seeing and what Mr. Weasley called culture-soaking. The rest of the week they would explore the wizarding communities. They would do this in both cities; they wanted to get the fullest experience.
Harry decided they would take the plunge of a life time next Thursday, yeah, Thursday sounded nice. Plus it gave them a good amount of time left to enjoy themselves, if she accepted, and he would have had enough of Italy to go home if she declined. Everyone won, unless she declined. In which case Harry would not had won in the slightest. Why would she decline though? Harry tried to keep his thoughts positive. Still, he couldn't help but think what would happen if she did. They would probably break up, and he would be disconnected from the Weasley family, just like Hermione. And also like Hermione, he would become a wreck. Then the news, which had been even more interested in him since the release of "former" death eaters from Azkaban, would harass him. But, if all that did happen, he must enjoy the time he had left with her, only the two of them, in Italy. If he could.
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For their first day Harry and Ginny searched for good restaurants and planned when to go. They, did this all day, and when they finally ate at one, they were so full, they barely made it back to the hotel.
After Harry and Ginny flopped down on the bed, they were asleep in five minutes.
The next morning, three owls were tapping at the window. Harry took one, Ginny took another, and the third lay waiting on the desk.
The letter Harry opened was from Mrs. Tonks.
Dear Harry,
Teddy is thoroughly enjoying his new toy broom. It goes twice as high as the old one. Needless to say I don't enjoy it nearly as much as he does. The day before you left, Teddy asked me what a porporseller was. After a small amount of questioning I found out he meant 'proposal'
Harry spluttered on the pumpkin juice he was drinking.
"What?" Ginny asked. Harry quickly made up an excuse and read on.
I told him what it meant, and proceeded in asking him why. He said he heard you and Ron talking about it. I don't want to give you bad luck, but don't worry. You have this in the bag. Write me back with details and the level of secrecy you want this at. (I've figured out not to spread a secret unless you have specific instructions to do so) Good Luck!
With Love and greetings from Teddy,
Andromeda
Harry dwelled momentarily on the probability that Ginny picked this letter.
"Who was yours from?" She looked at hers before taking out some parchment to begin a reply.
"Er, Mrs. Tonks. She just wanted to, uh, check in… on you know, errr, us," Harry hoped she wouldn't inquire further.
"Mine is from Ron. He's still clinically depressed. This is a big one, do you think it will ever, like, end?
"What, the fight? I hope so," Harry said, "chances are it will, but if it doesn't we're left sitting in a pile of dung."
Ginny chuckled.
"What can I say to comfort him?" she asked. Harry was now writing a stern reply to Mrs. Tonks, so was not paying full attention.
"I don't know, err… mention some good news," he said.
When he finished his letter, Ginny was opening the third.
"Its from Charlie. I recognize the- AHHHHHH!" Harry nearly fell off the bed. Her scream continued.
"What's wrong?!?" He asked as she inhaled deeply.
"Megan had her baby! OH MY GOODNESS! I'm. So. HAPPY!" Harry felt his ears, beginning to be sore, but now he too was happy enough to scream. He didn't, though.
"What does it say? Let me see!" She began to read it out loud despite Harry's desire.
"Dear Ginny and Harry, I am very pleased to inform to inform you, I'm a dad! OOOOOH YAY!"
"Keep reading," Harry said.
"Megan gave birth yesterday very early in the morning. His name is David Ronald Weasley. Longing your return, Charlie."
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"So, whodya fink va godfaver is?" Ginny asked, with her mouth full of pizza.
"What? Oh, I don't know, maybe, Ron," Harry replied. The two were eating lunch at a small restaurant. Everything the spoke came out in a garble of Italian, not even they could understand, but when someone else spoke, they knew what they were saying. It was odd, and Harry didn't prefer it.
"I'm not sure you can get the middle name, AND the godfather spot. Can you?" Ginny swallowed before stating her opinion.
Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself so far. They'd spent the morning at the coliseum learning muggle history about muggle Roman leaders and what they did to muggle Roman peasants. Harry found it somewhat interesting. He fully planed to put the memory into his pensieve, for Mr. Weasley, who would find it just engaging. Engaging… Engaged.
Harry thought about it constantly all the time. It was a wonder he could pay attention to anything else. Or talk about anything else. Harry told himself he had done much scarier things. He had walked up to death knowingly. He died! Somehow, though, so much more was at risk now. Love, family, Ginny…
They spent the rest of the day doing the rest of their muggle tourism one day earlier then they planed, because they were getting bored of all the muggle this and muggle that, and felt it was time to explore the wizarding culture of Rome.
The next day, at breakfast, the discussed ways to find the wizarding communities of Rome.
"We could look for someone, er, wizardy. Like wearing a cloak or something," Harry suggested.
"What if we're wrong though? 'Excuse me, sir, where can I find the wizarding communities of Rome?' and it turns out to be a weirdo muggle wearing a cape!" Ginny pointed out, rather loudly. It didn't matter, though, because they hadn't taken their potion yet, so no one understood them.
"Well, lets just look around and see what we find."
They did exactly that. It was much easier then. Ten minutes in, they found two girls walking down the street, one with straight blonde hair, the other with curly blonde hair. They were talking at a ridiculous rate, so Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, and they were wearing muggle clothes. Curly blonde had a pin on her backpack that was an American flag on it and in the bottom right corner of the flag, a little snitch. America, though normally bad a Quidditch, improved their team by adding Pablo Ramirez, who was originated in the Dominican Republic, was a favorite for the World Cup, which took place this summer in Rome.
"Excuse me," Harry said, approaching them, "but do you know where we can find some, err, wizarding communities. I noticed your pin." Ginny looked at the pin which she had previously failed to notice.
"Oh, um, yeah! I'm Amber," said the curly blonde.
"Ooh oooh and I'm Shannon," the other added, "this is gonna be so much fun, we get to be tour guides!"
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I posted a Harry/Ginny Oneshot earlier today called Finding Love. Check it out if you feel like it. And I forgot to put a disclaimer on it so I'm going to say it now. I do not own any Harry Potter like things. Also, I spelled discussions wrong in it :)
The next chapter has a lot of Amber and Shannon. They are some…interesting characters. They are probably my favorite characters in the story except for… well I'll tell you when we get there.
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